The worst nightmare
She was gorgeous. Her auburn curls were swept on top of her head, a few loose tendrils at her neck. Her white dress was off the shoulders the bottom of it pooling gracefully around her feet. Her skin was creamy and flawless, her lips berry pink and her cheeks glowing. Jim sat in his pew and watched his best friend in the world, Pam Beesly, marry Roy Anderson. Roy didn't deserve Pam. She was beautiful. She was meant for Jim. And yet, she was holding out her hand getting ready to allow Roy, in his tux and tie, to slip a simple gold band over her finger.
The priest was asking if anyone knew a reason why the couple should not wed.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace!" The priest turned to the crowd gathered in the church. Jim's shoulders tensed. His head was on fire. He objected! He objected! He felt as if the whole place was staring at him, waiting. He couldn't force his mouth open, couldn't get the words past his throat. He stood up and tried to run to the alter, to Pam, but his feet were glued to the floor. His eyes opened wide and he stretched out his hand.
"Do you, Pamela Morgan Beesly take Roy Patrick Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Pam turned around and stared directly and icily at Jim.
"I do."
Jim Halpert woke with a start tangled up in his bed sheets. He pushed his sweaty hair back from his face, breathing heavily. It was only a dream. Only a dream, he tried to soothe himself. But the reality of it all just seemed too real. He couldn't let her marry Roy. He couldn't.
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